You, my dear, are not the sun.
I will not label you as something
that I need in order to survive;
You are not here to make me grow;
I can build castles inside me on my own--
I do not need you in order to rise.
The moon has always been up there,
trying to watch over our lonely souls
and I hear its response through the night's soothing sighs.
And you are not the moon, no,
you do not deserve such a title.
You are not a star,
You are not as wonderful as the galaxies above
and you most definitely are not the universe,
composed of all things strange and lovely.
You, I repeat, are not the sun.
I will not grant you the permission
to help me live.
And I wish I had known that earlier.
I read a writing prompt on tumblr: "Use this sentence in or to spark a poem: "I wish I had known that earlier."" and I tried opening a book at a random page and closing my eyes, then pointing at a random word. I randomly pointed at the word "sun" so here's the poem I've composed.